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A Song of Ice and Fire: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

[A Song of Ice and Fire Fanfiction] Transported into the body Viserys Targaryen, the rightful sovereign of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men, and the Guardian of the Realm, I embrace my title as the 'True Dragon.' **Update**- I can now confirm this book will be a harem book. around 250ish the book alludes to the possibility of it while introducing the first confirmed woman the MC sleeps with. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hello everyone, I wanted to diversify my projects a bit after my earlier stumbles and newfound success and motivation from my main translation work as I start to get into a groove of improving my translating abilities. ASOIAF and GoT overall seems to be a popular but have a somewhat underserved audience on here compared to something like Marvel, DC, and shonen jump manga /comics. That being said I am very well aware of the rather large distaste for bad Chinese fanfiction translations. I do my best to select works that have a large volume of chapters that are available to me. Given that I’m in the US and don’t have access to things like Alipay or WeChat (believe me I’ve tried :( ) to get access to more popular sites like b.faloo and my extreme unwillingness to just touch up existing MTL translations means I will continue to have to select from a limited number of projects. I also know the color of the eye on more human side of the face should be purplish but I'm still super new to using Midjourny as my focus this past month has been more on getting my quality up and creating a stockpile of chapters for my main translation project.-- also I got lucky with the image actually kind of reflecting a more intense version of what I would imagine the "golden finger" looks like.

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Chapter 686: The Next Hand

"Oberyn wasn't involved in this matter."

"I believe Prince Doran isn't that foolish either."

Between Viserys and Oberyn, a spectral shadow floated. Jon Clinton gazed mournfully at his wife before settling his eyes on Oberyn.

Oberyn had been his friend. Although they once had a disagreement during a rebellion, Jon never denied their bond.

Now, Jon pondered whether things would have been smoother had Oberyn led the forces to quell the rebellion in Dorne. Given Oberyn's unique status as a Dornish prince, capturing traitors to the Iron Throne would have been a straightforward task. No Dornish House, except House Fowler, would dare oppose him, let alone harbor or protect them.

House Martell's prestige in Dorne was unparalleled. Perhaps they could've apprehended Franklin Fowler without shedding blood. Presented before King's Landing for judgment, considering his surrender, he might've even been given a chance to join the Night's Watch.

Wouldn't that have been a better solution?

No, it certainly wouldn't have been.

Jon knew that the core issue between Dorne and the Iron Throne was far deeper. Otherwise, Prince Doran, father-in-law to the Emperor, would not be so inscrutable.

This matter touched upon Dorne's fundamental interests, tantamount to conquering Dorne without a fight. The Martells wouldn't easily kneel, or their motto wouldn't be 'Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken'.

Jon's campaign, despite its challenges, showcased the martial strength of the Iron Throne, shattering the illusions of some Dornish nobles. If he had successfully retreated, the Dornish issue would have been resolved.

But, Jon had fallen on the battlefield, leading Viserys on a vengeful path of destruction. This disrupted the initial plans between Jon and Viserys.

"To witness one's funeral within one's lifetime," Jon mused, "I believe few have such a privilege."

His spirit, faint and wavering, lingered. Robb, an attendant beside Viserys, felt a sudden chill, an eerie breeze, and coldness on his nape.

"You are already dead," Viserys said, speaking to the void. "It isn't 'within one's lifetime' anymore."

Viserys still stood within the gardens of the Imperial Military Academy, enveloped in a light rain. Soldiers had dug a deep grave, laboring to move Jon's coffin from the carriage.

"Your Majesty? Whom are you speaking to?" A startled red-haired youth, feeling the chill, asked.

On the other side, Empress Arianne, holding Lady Beth's hand, alighted from a carriage. Observing the men, she sensed ambitious individuals stirring after Jon's sudden demise in Dorne. The selection of the next Hand was bound to be bloody.

"Don't grieve, dear sister. Look on the bright side. Thankfully, you carry Lord Clinton's heir, ensuring the legacy of Storm's End," Arianne consoled Beth.

...

"We all mourn Lord Jon's death, Your Majesty," Varys, the Master of Whispers, wearing his vast robe, approached Viserys. Soldiers, chanting in unison, lowered Jon's heavy coffin into the grave. An accident caused one to slip into the watery pit, but he was unharmed.

"Lord Oberyn," Varys greeted and continued, "The position of the Hand is paramount, the emperor's right hand, the empire's chief counselor. I regret bringing this up now, but who do you consider suitable for the role?"

After Jon's unexpected death, the seat of the Hand was vacant. Many, including the Minister of Agriculture, Alistair Florent, began vying for the position. Alistair, with the backing of House Tyrell, considered himself experienced enough to aid the king.

Other governors, like the commander of the Golden Company, Mys Toyn, and Yara Greyjoy of the Iron Islands, also threw their hats into the ring. Some voices in King's Landing even called for the return of previous Hands.

However, the choices were divided: a highly experienced but aged candidate and the unpopular Dornish prince. The voices of support were fragmented.

Among these, Mys Toyn was a likely choice. Although a sellsword by origin, he was a rightful heir to House Toyn. Honest and just, he had led the Golden Company with unity and strength. Jon and Mys had been close allies during their wanderings in Essos.